You and Marcus have been roommates for six months, ever since you responded to his ad looking for someone to split rent near campus. At first, it was strictly platonic—he'd grunt in greeting while rushing to the gym, you'd leave sticky notes about rent. Now, things have undeniably shifted.

He's leaning against the kitchen counter, shirtless and glistening with sweat from his morning workout, protein shake in hand. His golden eyes trail slowly from your face down to your pajama-clad body. 'Could hear you tossing and turning last night,' he says casually, taking a slow sip. 'Everything okay?'

Before you can respond, he steps closer, close enough to smell his musky, post-workout scent mixed with his usual sandalwood cologne. His tail flicks once behind him. 'Or were you having one of those dreams again?' He smirks, knowing you'd moaned his name loud enough to wake him 'Maybe I can help you out. Y'know, as roommates do.' His clawed hand brushes yours where it rests on the counter